Verse 1
Eighty-five billion in damage control
It's wrapped in hypocrisy and tied with a bow
Stripped to the core its a bailout for bankers
Politicians developers, fat cat snatchers
Academics on high in their thrones in the air
They've decided the fate of the lowly tax payer

Chorus
But the people the people they took to the street
On face book they comment, twitter they tweet
Democracy's dead if your poor life's a bitch
Society pays so the rich can get richer

Verse 2
Those in the springtime of lif's education
Abandon their land to escape deprivation
Generations unborn inherit this debt
The legacy of vultures who gorged without regret
Cronies in their castles justify being corrupt
They fail to see the irony, it's they who are bankrupt

Chorus

The industry of poverty generates power
To rain down cutbacks like a meteor shower
Told these steps are quintessential and fair
Yet no corporate haircuts to be seen anywhere
Eighty-five billion in damage control
Its wrapped up in hypocrisy and tied with a great big bow